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How has parenting a difficult child changed you?
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<blockquote data-quote="trinityroyal" data-source="post: 562471" data-attributes="member: 3907"><p><em><span style="color: #000000">I used to have friends. I could not wait to come home from work. I now answer the phone with," What did he do now."</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #333333">I dread whenever the phone rings.</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000">I, too, have </span>PTSD<span style="color: #000000">... And second-guess my second guesses.</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000">I have more clarity about what I want because I had to identify those things to be able to set those boundaries</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000">I'm more determined to protect a little corner of the world, just for me</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000">I may look the same, but I am very much transformed; I'm much stronger and more resilient having gone through this.</span></em><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Wow! These statements are all so profound. It really is a trial by ordeal, isn't it?</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">I think my biggest lesson in raising a difficult child was that thing that Maya Angelou says about believing people when they show you who they are. This applies not just to my difficult child, but to so many people whose true colours and their own difficult child-ness became evident through the reflection of my son. A friend of mine calls it Life-Surgery. difficult child's descent into chaos triggered a number of irreparable separations in my life. Strangely, those people haven't left any holes behind them -- my life closed up around them and they're not really missing from my world.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">I've learned that it's possible to love someone completely, without being able to trust them an inch. And that dealing with the cognitive dissonance resulting from that is very very hard indeed.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">I've learned that I'd best say what I mean and mean what I say the first time, because ambiguity leads people to interpret my words in the way that most favours them, rather than in the way I mean them.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000">I've learned that I'm much stronger than I thought I was, and that I could live through pain I thought would certainly kill me. And that the pain from those scars doesn't show on the outside, but has forged my soul in steel.</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="trinityroyal, post: 562471, member: 3907"] [I][COLOR=#000000]I used to have friends. I could not wait to come home from work. I now answer the phone with," What did he do now."[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#333333]I dread whenever the phone rings.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]I, too, have [/COLOR]PTSD[COLOR=#000000]... And second-guess my second guesses.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]I have more clarity about what I want because I had to identify those things to be able to set those boundaries[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]I'm more determined to protect a little corner of the world, just for me [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]I may look the same, but I am very much transformed; I'm much stronger and more resilient having gone through this.[/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] Wow! These statements are all so profound. It really is a trial by ordeal, isn't it? I think my biggest lesson in raising a difficult child was that thing that Maya Angelou says about believing people when they show you who they are. This applies not just to my difficult child, but to so many people whose true colours and their own difficult child-ness became evident through the reflection of my son. A friend of mine calls it Life-Surgery. difficult child's descent into chaos triggered a number of irreparable separations in my life. Strangely, those people haven't left any holes behind them -- my life closed up around them and they're not really missing from my world. I've learned that it's possible to love someone completely, without being able to trust them an inch. And that dealing with the cognitive dissonance resulting from that is very very hard indeed. I've learned that I'd best say what I mean and mean what I say the first time, because ambiguity leads people to interpret my words in the way that most favours them, rather than in the way I mean them. I've learned that I'm much stronger than I thought I was, and that I could live through pain I thought would certainly kill me. And that the pain from those scars doesn't show on the outside, but has forged my soul in steel. [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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